Where is Mez? Vegan is hoping he can decode the object in her photo. “I thought it was art, but I think the supporting pole makes it engineering…perhaps Mez will know.” The photo was taken in Trinity, where living comes to life.

While we’re on vegans, Tim sends this Alexander Heights bin. “Maybe they are vegetarian? Clearly not vegan.”

Update: the irrepressible skink has found aerial photos of the art/engineering, and the nuclear bomb site. Which is which? Clue from skink: “I like how they have put a little wiggle in the approach roads to make Perth drivers wake up before they reach the roundabout.”

Nice work Trinity – the suburb doesn’t even exist yet and it’s already a worst. What I want to know is, why put this abomination in the middle of nowhere instead of at the sales office down the road, where at least it can warn people of the standard of public art they’ll have to endure if they buy there?

There’s even a giant empty roundabout (with zen sand garden) there just begging for some huge ostentatious piece of scrap metal.

Trick question – Marmion Avenue will never end. It will continue to sprawl up the west coast until we are all engulfed by the collapsing sun. Although at some point some FIFO worker living at 2,103,4582,389 Marmion Avenue will wake up one morning and go “Hang on that’s the mine site just over there. I think I’ll walk. It’ll be quicker than getting the Mitchell Freeway to the airport anyway.”

Great worsts! If you squint at the “sculpture” (I use the term loosely) it almost looks like a dick too. Goes well with the bin.

Trinity Alkimos is already shaping up to the a worst suburb before it’s even built. I know someone who has bought a block there. It’s supposed to be a cottage block, but I’ve never heard of a cottage before with 2 storeys, a chef’s kitchen, a cinema room, a large pool and a parents retreat. Sounds more like a cashed up bogan mansion to me… which is funny because she keeps pushing her other half to go to the mines.

btw. Anne is responsible for the wiggly light poles, the Kwinnana Fwy underpasses and the sculptures on the Forrest Hwy… buttplugs I believe they were referred to on TWOP… or is that butplugs? I never can tell…

I have to say that I am impressed with the absolute insistence, on the part of what appears to be pretty much the entire population of Perth, that I (and the rest of you, I assume) eat a dick.

Most New York invitations to this activity are half-hearted scrawls written with ball-point pen in on the bathroom walls of night spots well past their red velvet rope days. Custom-made stickers slapped on suburban trash cans? Now THAT’s putting thought into it.

I submit that this supports my suspicion that dick-related graffiti, whether visual or linguistic, is raised to a unique pitch in your fair city…Perth’s penius loci, if you will.